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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Panda Bear to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.