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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pop Group to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Outsiders,
Boogie Down Productions,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.