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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Faust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.