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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
The Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Marvin Gaye,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.