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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim 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?
Ponytail,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.