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 Oman and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Iggy Pop to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.