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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.