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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.