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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Skaos,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
a-ha,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.