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 Comoros and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.