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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Pussy Galore,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.