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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin 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?
Fat Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Piero Umiliani,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Talk Talk,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.