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 Iran 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.