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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Pole,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.