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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
World's Most,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
Boz Scaggs,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.