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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.