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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Scion,
Crime,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.