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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
The Names,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.