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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.