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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Schoolly D,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Scientists,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Cymande,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.