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 Argentina 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.