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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.