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 Australia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.