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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Panda Bear,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.