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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.