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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Leaves,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.