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 Congo 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.