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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
UT,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.