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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.