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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
X-102,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.