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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
June of 44,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.