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 Grenada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.