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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.