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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.