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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.