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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.