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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.