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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.