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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Ultra Naté to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.