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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.