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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.