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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Unrelated Segments to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
JFA,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.