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 Senegal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Gang Green,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.