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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Cluster,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade,
New Order,
JFA,
The Victims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.