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 Netherlands and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.