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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Index,
cv313,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.