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 Brunei and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Taipei and Spokane.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.