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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.