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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.