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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.