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 Spain and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.