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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the techno 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.