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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Lou Reed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
the Sonics,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.