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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Jacques Brel,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
the Germs,
Josef K,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
The Monks,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.