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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.