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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.