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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.