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 Mali 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.