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 India and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
the Swans,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Audionom,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Babytalk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.