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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.