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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.