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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.