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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.