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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry 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 dance 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.