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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
the Swans,
Pagans,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.