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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
The Searchers,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.