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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
Faust,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.