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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
cv313,
Ituana,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.