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 Libya and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Visage,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Magma,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
the Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.