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 Antigua and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.