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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.