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 Micronesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the grime 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Franke 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Pagans,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.