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 Somalia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio 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?
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
New Order,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.