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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Magma,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.