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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Technova,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.