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 Tanzania 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.