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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
10cc,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.