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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
KRS-One,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Q65,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.