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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Beau Brummels,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Scientists,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.