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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Qualms,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.