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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Martian to the crunk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
DNA,
The Doors,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.