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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Visage,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.