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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.