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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Neu!,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Los Fastidios,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.