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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Supertramp,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.