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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 clarinet and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.