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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.