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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Q65,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.