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 Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
ABC,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.