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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.