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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
The Cure,
X-102,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.