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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.