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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Technova,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.