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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead C to the grunge 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
Motorama,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.