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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.