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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.