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 Qatar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Leonard Cohen,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Dolphy,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.