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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.