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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
June Days,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.