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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.