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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Boy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.