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 Burkina and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.