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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kerri Chandler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Ludus,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.