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 South Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grey Daturas,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.