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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos 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?
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
La Düsseldorf,
Quantec,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Japan,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.