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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Franke,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.