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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Underground Resistance,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Brick,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Nas,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.