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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the punk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.