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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
PIL,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.