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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.