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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Depeche Mode,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.