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 Peru and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.