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 Israel and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.