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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.