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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.