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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mars to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Nas,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Oneida,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.