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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.