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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-102,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.