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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.