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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk 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?
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Index,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.