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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Marmalade,
Hasil Adkins,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.