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 Colombia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.