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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Slave,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.