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 Liechtenstein and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the crunk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
CMW,
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.