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 Ghana and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.