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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Danielle Patucci,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.