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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.