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 Burkina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Technova,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.