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 Comoros and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
X-Ray Spex,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.