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 Rwanda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Severed Heads,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Bauhaus,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.