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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siglo XX,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Colin Newman,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Monks, Monks, Monks, 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.