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 Burundi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.