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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.