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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
JFA,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Alice Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.