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 Chile and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.