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 France and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.