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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.