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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Byron Stingily,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Scion,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
The Index,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.