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 Congo and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Essential Logic to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.