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 Yemen and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Skriet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Sam Rivers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.