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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
E-Dancer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Jandek,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.