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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Lungfish to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.