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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Delta 5,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Index,
JFA,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.