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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Blancmange,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.