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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.