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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
The Slits,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.