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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
U.S. Maple,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Janne Schatter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.