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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.