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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.