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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Angry Samoans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Slits,
The Associates,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Schoolly D,
Banda Bassotti,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.