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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kas Product to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
ABBA,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
JFA,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.