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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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?
Roy Ayers,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Suicide,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.