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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Walker Brothers to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.