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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.