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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
DJ Style,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.