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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
X-102,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
the Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.