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 Rwanda and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry 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.