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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
Fear,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.