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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Sound 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 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 a marimba and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Bluetip,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
JFA,
The Sound,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.