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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Nas,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Rotary Connection,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.