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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suicide,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.