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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Moebius,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.