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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grass Roots to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Franke,
The Fall,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.