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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Residents to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Faust,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.