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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Oneida,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Copeland,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.