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 Albania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Smog to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.