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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.