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 Panama and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.