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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.