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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sällskapet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
the Normal,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.