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 Korea South and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Swans,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.