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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.