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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.