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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxette,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.