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 Andorra 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Sheep to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Fugazi,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
New Order,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.