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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.