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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Order,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.