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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.