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 Cuba and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Toni Rubio,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.