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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.