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 Peru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Litter,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.