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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.