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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grunge 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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.