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 United States 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Standells to the grunge 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.