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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.