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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.