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 United States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the rock 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
B.T. Express,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.