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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma 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?
Flipper,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.