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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.