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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.