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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
The Names,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.