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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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?
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Technova,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.