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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.