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 Algeria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.