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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.