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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cure to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Franke,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.