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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Stooges,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.