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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.