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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the electroclash 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
The Human League,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.