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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Music Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Agent Orange,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Slave,
Aswad,
X-102,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.