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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tremeloes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.