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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.