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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.