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 Azerbaijan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.