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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Wings,
MC5,
The Litter,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.