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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Sonic Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.