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 Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.