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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Brick,
Monks,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.