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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Unwound,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.