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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.