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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.