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 Afghanistan and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crime,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.