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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Roxette,
UT,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.