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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Liliput,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.