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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.