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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
David Axelrod,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.