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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Depeche Mode to the rap 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.