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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Christs to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bronski Beat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.