Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Little Man,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.