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 Botswana and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Erykah Badu,
Soul II Soul,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Wire,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.