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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.