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 Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Wally Richardson,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Niagra,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.