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 Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.