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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eden Ahbez,
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.