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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
UT,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.