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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.