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 Brunei and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
AZ,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.