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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Index,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.