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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.