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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 This Heat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.