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 Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.