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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Yaz to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.