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 Portugal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grass Roots to the techno 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.