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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.