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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Organ,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.