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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suicide to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.