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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chris Corsano to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drexciya,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Gichy Dan,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.