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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up 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?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Magma,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Wire,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.