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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mars 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Pole,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Eli Mardock,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.