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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
The Martian,
The Move,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Can,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Camouflage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.