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 Cuba and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Lindisfarne,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rekid,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
DNA,
Lyres,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.