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 Belgium and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.