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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
The Slackers,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.