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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.