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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a sitar 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Japan,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.