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 Tonga and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.