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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.