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 India 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 The Count Five 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Saccharine Trust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.