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 Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.