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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Mantronix,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.