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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
The Wake,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.