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 Kiribati and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
AZ,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Quantec,
Cal Tjader,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.