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 Nepal and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Deakin,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.