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 Ecuador and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Wasted Youth 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.