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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
The Gladiators,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.