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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rap 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.