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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Scion,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.