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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.