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 Burundi and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.