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 Iraq and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
MC5,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.