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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Television,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
The Count Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.