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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.