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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Marvin Gaye 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.