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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 10cc to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.