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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Public Image Ltd.,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.