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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.