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 Togo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
New Order,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.