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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.