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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.