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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.