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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.