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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.