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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.