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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Gong,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.