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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar 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 Monks to the rap 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.