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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.