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 Uruguay and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool Moe Dee,
Audionom,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.