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 Somalia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.