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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Ronnie Foster,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.