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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Rapeman,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
the Association,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.