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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Massinfluence,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.