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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.