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 Libya and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.