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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.