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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Visage,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.