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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neon Judgement to the punk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.