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 Georgia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.