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 Solomon Islands 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.