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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.