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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
This Heat,
The Sound,
Scion,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Fear,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
UT,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.