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 Singapore and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots 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?
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Cheater Slicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.