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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Motorama,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.