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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Index to the crunk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.