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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Harmonia,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.