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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.