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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Unwound,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.