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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pagans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Organ,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.