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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses 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?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.