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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Neu!,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
the Association,
cv313,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.