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 Belgium and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.