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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Joyce Sims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.