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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lungfish to the dance 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.