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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.