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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quadrant to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.