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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Grey Daturas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
The Index,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.