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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Gap Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 JFA 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?
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.