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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Chrome,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.