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 Pakistan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
AZ,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.