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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.