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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.