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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
Slave,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.