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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Wake,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.