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 Laos and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.