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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Ossler,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.