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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
MC5,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.