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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
AZ,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.