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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 John Cale to the jazz 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Selecter,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Lou Christie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.