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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
The Move,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Supertramp,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.