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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rekid,
Smog,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.