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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.