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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Taipei and Salvador.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.