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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.