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 Peru and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya 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?
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Names,
Nico,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.