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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Index,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.