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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.