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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.