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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.