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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Von Mondo to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Urselle,
the Germs,
The Human League,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.