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 Korea North and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.