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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Franke,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.