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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
Hashim,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.