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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s 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 Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.