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 Greece and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Hasil Adkins,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.