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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.