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 Turkey and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.