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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Rotary Connection,
Faust,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.