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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
cv313,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Negative Approach,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.