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 Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Neil Young to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
MDC,
the Germs,
The Move,
New Order,
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.