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 Poland and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Make Up,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Can,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.