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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Charles Mingus,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Ituana,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.