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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.