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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
Brick,
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.