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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.