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 Honduras and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Television,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.