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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Derrick Morgan,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
June of 44,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.