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 Morocco and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Wings to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Ituana,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.