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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.