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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Theoretical Girls,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.