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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
June Days,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Q65,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.