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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.