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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sugar Minott,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.