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 Nigeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.