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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.