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 Micronesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.