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 Comoros and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the rap 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
cv313,
JFA,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-Ray Spex,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.