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 Syria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Jandek,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lucky Dragons,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.