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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.