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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.