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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.