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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
DNA,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.