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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
B.T. Express,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.