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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.