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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Mr. Review,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Icehouse,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.