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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.