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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.