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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.