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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.