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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
The Evens,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Gichy Dan,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.