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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the crunk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.