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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.