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 Romania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a snare 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.