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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.