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 Antigua and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Inner City,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.