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 Israel and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Q and Not U,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Minutemen,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.