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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Oblivians,
Technova,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.