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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.