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 Burkina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wire,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Con Funk Shun,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.