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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jawbox to the grunge 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Smog,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.