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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Remains,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.