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 Chad and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.