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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 The Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Index,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Wings,
Youth Brigade,
Ronan,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.