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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Television,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Symarip,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Duran Duran,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.