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 Mexico and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.