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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
Pole,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.