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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Wings,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.