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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.