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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.