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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 snare 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
T. Rex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
John Cale,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.