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 Benin and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Nico,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.