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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Scientists,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.