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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Echospace,
Magma,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
The Busters,
Roxette,
New Order,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.