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 Egypt and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.