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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Visage,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.