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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Magazine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Ten City,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
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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.