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 China and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.