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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.