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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Parry Music,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.