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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
In Retrospect,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.