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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.