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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Eve St. Jones,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.