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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agent Orange,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Ossler,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.