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 Estonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.