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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.