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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Franke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.