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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Techniques to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.