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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Can,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.