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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jandek to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.