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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.