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 Estonia and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Index,
Jawbox,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.