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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.