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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.