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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.