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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Graham Central Station to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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?
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Zeros,
Monks,
cv313,
MC5,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Freddie Wadling,
Alton Ellis,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.