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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.