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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crash Course in Science,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Monolake,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
Bob Dylan,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.