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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.