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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.