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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.