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 Equatorial Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.