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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
X-101,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.