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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.