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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Brick,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.