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 Paraguay and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.