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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The American Breed 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.