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 Suriname 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.