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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.