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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Misunderstood,
Grauzone,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Urselle,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.