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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Television,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Japan,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.