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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a synthesizer 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Nico,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.