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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Index,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.