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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Swell Maps,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.