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 Switzerland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
EPMD,
Brick,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
The Motions,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.