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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.