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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.