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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Television,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantaleimon,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.