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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.