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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.