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 Comoros and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.