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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Aswad,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Scientists,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.