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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Peter & Gordon,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.