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 Benin and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
The Standells,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.