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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scion 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Arthur Verocai,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.