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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.