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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.