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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.