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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.