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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.