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 Honduras and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.