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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.