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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonics to the grime 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Max Romeo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.