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 Iceland and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Unwound,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Metal Thangz,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.