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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Technova,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Lower 48,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.