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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motorama 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
The Index,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.