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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
JFA,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.