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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quadrant to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
Q65,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.