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 Serbia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.