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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.