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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
PIL,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Bronski Beat,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.