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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Organ,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.