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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.