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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.