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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Japan,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.