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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echospace,
Whodini,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.