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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the disco 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
Fear,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.