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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.