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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Gang Gang Dance,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Smog,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.