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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the funk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.