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 Suriname and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.