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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Magma,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.