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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cymande,
Yazoo,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Leonard Cohen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.