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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Slave,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.