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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Victims to the electroclash 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Slave,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
The Evens,
Visage,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.