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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.