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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Erasure,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.