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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.