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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.