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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Fuzztones,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.