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 San Marino and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.