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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Five Americans 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Pylon,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Au Pairs,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.