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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.