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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Visage,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.