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 Belgium and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.