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 Djibouti 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Q65,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
the Germs,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.