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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Visage,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.