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 Ecuador 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Can,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
The Selecter,
Sight & Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Slave,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.