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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.