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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.