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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.