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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Coltrane to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.