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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.