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 Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Sparks,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.