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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.