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 Canada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Pus 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.