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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.