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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
a-ha,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.