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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Gang Gang Dance,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Brick,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.