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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
The Moleskins,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.