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 Romania and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Count Five to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.