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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-101,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.