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 Cameroon and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.