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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.