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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Wings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.