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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Kevin Saunderson,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.