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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Fluxion,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Wire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.