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 Mauritania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.