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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Kevin Saunderson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.