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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Leaves,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
X-102,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.