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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Duran Duran,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.