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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.