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 Albania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.