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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.