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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.